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Details | Free verse | |

My Last Wish

If only I can ask the world
To gather all the love
Each person has.

If only I can feel the love
Free of inhibitions in some extent 
And share it with everyone.

If only I can be 
With the love of yours
So that I can have my last wish.

If you permits me to  live and die 
Unconditionally with and without you
Oneness reflected indeed.

Copyright © marvin celestial

Details | Rhyme | |

I Sought To Touch All The Burning Fires

I Sought To Touch All The Burning Fires

 This moment is not for being lazily idle
 in the distance starting gunshot sounds
 This racehorse needs no governing bridle
 Race like the rabbit running from the hounds

 Wind streams by as I run to nothing ahead
 behind lay unfullfilled , selfish desires
 Images of Gods and demons flash in my head
 as I seek to touch all the burning fires

 Yet hope promises a future great release
 a settled place for my lost soul to rest
 Can I find that light to set me at peace
 this lost bird fallen from my safe nest

 Aware of my great failings I surrender to fate
 Crying for mercy, praying it is not too late

 Robert J. Lindley, 03-16-2015

 Note, this is an edited, shortened piece of the original written long ago..
 The original was so much longer and very personal in 
 language and scope.

Copyright © Robert Lindley

Details | Free verse | |



I am one breathtaking moment
I am one who is lost or alone
I am one raindrop, or one flowering rose
I am warm as the sun, or cold as a stone
I am a distant star or a meadow lark
Or one dark cloud that hovers on the horizon
I am many memories from a long ago childhood
I am today and tomorrow
I am a teardrop filled with sorrow
I am the first rainbow of the season
I have many ways to sing a love song
Or tell a story, or share the laughter, or feel the glory
I am all the colors of our world
I am a disappointment, I am a  pearl
I am all races, all creeds, the scattering of all seeds
I am a leaf who's frayed by the wind
I am a friend, who stays till the end
I am all words unfurled into the light
I am all the broken hearts and hopes lost in the night
I am all the hurt, all the anger, all the joy, all the love
I am all who believe in God above
I am all who doubt
I am all who laugh, and sing, and wail and shout
I am unleashed with wild emotion
I am silent with devotion
I lay stepping stones to healing
I renew by sharing feelings
I am a few unbroken rules, a few enchanting jewels
I am the ember, I am the spark
I am unsure, in ways that count
I have been kind, I have been cruel
I have been curt, I have been hurt
I am a poet.........I have a heart
I am a season nearing autumn
I've climbed to the top, I've hit rock bottom
I am a mother, I am a wife
I have been taking, I have been giving
I have a family, they are my life
These are my reasons to be living


For The "I Am" contest, sponsored by Frank Herrera

Copyright © Carrie Richards

Details | Rhyme | |

Disappearing Ship With Shadow At The Prow

Disappearing Ship With Shadow At The Prow

I sit with setting sun in evening twilight
gold and orange rays vanishing now
On comes the mysteries of this lonely night
disappearing ship with shadow at the prow

The night breeze so cool and silently calm
churning waters flow by with ease
Hardened heart like callouses on my palm
this dark time suddenly sets to please

Sailing on into each new imaginitive realm
constant pain tags doggedly along
Captain of my fate stirs slowly at the helm
past spirits sing their soulful song

I sleep deeper into this long flowing dream
ages fly by in streaks of enlightening rays
Serenity and solitude blessings of this stream
ship protected as its kneeling captain prays

Robert J. Lindley, 12/28/2014

Note-  Reflections of a life now gone and 
future time that must be wisely used. 
No time for wasting efforts or foolish wants.
The mountains I sought to demolish stand as 
sentinels to the futile vanity of a man and his 
Amazing how things work. I've been in a dump for weeks
 now and suddenly one comment gave me cause to reflect and write this poem.
Thank you Arthur Vaso.... 

Copyright © Robert Lindley

Details | Free verse | |

Who Will I Follow

So many ask me to follow them
through rusty gates and broken doors
Where will I be led
whom shall I follow
Are their directions better than my own?
Will I lead myself down the garden path?
Perplexed by messages
What will satisfy?
Is there meaning to life?
Blind guides speak loudly
painting pretty pictures on my mind
Enticing me with their magic
They speak like they know
They want me to see what they think they see
It is so close
just over the next horizon
Purpose, serenity
Being at one with the universe
Peace, love, understanding
I pick up a book
It warns me
there is but one way
Directed to the only Son 
A gift from the Father
The creator of all things
Earthly wisdom to be ignored
become as a little child
The opposite of all that I had known
A single narrow path
I am slowly guided along
no longer alone
I know who I will follow
I am on the road to home

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux

Details | Couplet | |

Across the Page

                                Walking a tightrope across my inner self…
                         Dare to look down pass the pages from my shelf…
                      It tells the story of the mind that sits outside my soul…
            Discolored and torn but the meaning still screams from what is whole…
                       Tiny scars stained by raindrops that never really dried… 
              Washed down my hand and caressed the tears I could never hide…
                                The journey left me crawling for my peace…
                                Onto a table beside a pen I sit and release…

Copyright © Michael J. Falotico

Details | Lyric | |

pseudo artistry

Blood that screams mixes with tears of fears,
Over your hypocrisy and useless years.
Fresh cuts don't matter - your attentions yet wane.
It's just too easy to shut down, I could end this pain.

But, escape artists aren't artists at all.

When life ends the real journey begins, the journey to be
Above imperfection and glorified weakness everyone sees.
Life trickles into the drain of the sink, wash it and pretend
The veil is burning off,but there is only so much fire can mend

Besides, escape artists aren't artists at all.

Copyright © Lyndsay Dupont

Details | Free verse | |

Moving On

Moving On

we are human tuning forks
vibrating to our own frequencies
searching for the rhythm and the pulse
of the universe
the peace of mind
we're looking to find
the occasional perfect moment
to prove we're not blind
so I accept my flaws
and their probable cause
because in the last place to dream
there can be no laws

Copyright © Kevin Pearce

Details | Rhyme | |

Ode To A Former Wild Life

Ode To A Former Wild Life

Drank too hard, rode my horses too fast
didn't give a damn if my body did not last
Midnight was a bell for me to pour it on
get wasted until my head felt like a stone

Pretty gals, O' how they spun my wheels
woo'ed them as I pleased, made no deals
Passionate nights spent dancing in the bed
plenty of time for sleep after I am dead

Life was just a big box to rip'er open
bigger thrills , prettier gals I was hoping
Once a spirited mustang, wild as all hell
wildest things I did I dare not to tell

Memories good or bad often can not decide
yet one thing is sure, had one helluva' ride
Memories good or bad , often know not which
yet having none at all would be a real bitch!

Robert J. Lindley , 04-18- 2015

Copyright © Robert Lindley

Details | Sonnet | |

Autumn Revisited , A Look Back

Autumn Revisited , A Look Back

Sitting on mossy stone, I watch Autumn fly
no respite from Winter's friend
Over heading the wild birds soar on by
almost time for this season's end.

This stream , banks covered in green moss 
shall very soon flow deeper and cold
This forest will reflect more of this loss
musings I find deeper as I grow old!

What of the sunny Summer days, memory fair?
a short gust in a fast receding storm
Bears scouting for coming Winter's hiding lair
survival searching now is the prime norm.

As Autumn prepares for Winter's hard blast
Slowing moving Time suddenly races so fast!

(EDITED)- Typo in the closing verse, "Rime" was 
A TYPO--correct is "Time". Old keyboard has letters missing. lol

Robert J. Lindley, 08-13-2015

Note--Time to dread Winter. This seasonal apprehension 
goes back to my childhood. Back then Winters were 
brutal on we kids without coats and proper protection
from its blasts.. Yet we survived and later prospered.

Copyright © Robert Lindley

Details | Senryu | |


Standing still head's up
Retrospect greatest pitfalls 
Mass consciousness whim 

Wandering till dawn
Waiting brave for the result
Less breathe heartless beat

Until the mind soar
Now is inexplicable
Sufferings indeed

People grim anew
For the best of all Juries
Render canny nod

Continued service
Captivated voter's wit
Last laugh never ends.

Copyright © marvin celestial

Details | Free verse | |

My Dreams

I want to dream
Like flying across the sky
Finding out greater heights
Seeing others view of reality
And be one with the sky.

I want to dream 
Swimming underneath the ocean
Searching water creatures
Fishes, clamps, and corals
Discern what their importance’s are
In our existence and health.

I want to dream
Walking underneath the ground
Exploring things that make us
Wealthy and abundant
Seeing the sources of gold, diamond
And any mineral alike.

I want to dream all my life
To enjoy everything
With my dream Self
As I always know
It’s another form of my reality.

Copyright © marvin celestial

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Me, Myself and I

I thought of things each day
As if they were stream of events
Through my mind away
More scenes I kept
Within my soul blemished
Haunted and reminiscent
Each action that pricked
My inner being in the wilderness
Of its fruition bestowed
For those who deserved
To savor the sumptuous breed
Of nature who spoke
Within the collective cells
That circumscribed
The essence of my existence
I created everything
That pleased and hurt me at once
But it was just fragment
Of essential things
Needed to propel my desires
To become who I am
And be one with everything.

Copyright © marvin celestial

Details | Senryu | |

Being One

Glitters spread all over
Seeking reflections amidst
becoming steadfast

Long lost better half
Reunite even afar
Sharing out fragments

Standing still staring 
Beyond space and time searching
A spark that mislead

Now after decades
Attracting as one fellow
When moments unfold.

Copyright © marvin celestial

Details | Free verse | |

You Are on My Mind

You're on my mind
Doing things which you
Love most with me
Creating marvels of life
You want to share
Making impossibility
Possible and real
Exploring the vastness
Of love we share
Even in our minds
Let's don't stop
These uncanny feelings
Until we realize
It's all in our minds.

Copyright © marvin celestial

Details | ABC | |

New Year

Years past unfold
Seems just yesterdays 
Tomorrow will be New Year
Streams of thoughts never change.

Copyright © marvin celestial

Details | Free verse | |

My life is a Drama

I took many roles 
In my own life’s drama
And with every person I met

I had been a mentor 
And a tormentor at once
Even a victim and a culprit too.

If I cried it was because my role requires it
If  I am injured it was because 
The role I took requires it and so on.

If I ruined the life of someone 
In one of the life’s dramas, I didn’t have regrets 
Because the role I took requires it.

If I consider the role of a mad man
I shall not hesitate to take it if that role 
Requires the thrill in anyone's life drama.

If the drama I chose to take
Is never ending I don’t have any regret 
Because the drama requires it

Every role I took we agreed
On how to perform the scenes 
In which the drama requires.

If death is required in taking 
A role in anyone life’s drama
I shall exuberantly consider it.

Reality sometimes is not acceptable
Create doubts and fears
Life is a drama and life is a choice.

Copyright © marvin celestial

Details | Haiku | |

New Year's Eve

Clock ticks so smoothly
Whilst celebrants big bang came
Past out new hopes in.

Copyright © marvin celestial

Details | Ballad | |

My Wandering

I wandered the vastness of the universe
Just to meet you here
I considered many life times to glimpse
Your adorable essence
I explored the magical land of Atlantis
Even the technological Lemuria
I lived a couple of thousands of years in Sumeria
And learned to spoke magical words
I lived with the hundreds of lambs in Syria
To learn how to live with them in the barren land
I was in Mongolia to learn how to cook food
And created my own menu
I was with the Emperor and Empress of Japan
To be one of their counsels
I was once a daughter of a peasant in Italy
Learned to live with a single meal a day
I learned to fly an airplane in France
And leave my profession for marriage
I craved to wrote songs in Canada
But still longed for someone I knew
I was with you in the battle ground of ancient Egypt
I learned how to kill and to be killed then
I tried to discover more about myself
Lived inside a cave of mountainous Indonesia
I entered the great temple of India
To learn how to be the master of my surroundings
But died when a mysterious epidemic spread
I created more thoughts and realized inside a cell in Chile
And killed myself for an escape to my wrong ordeals
I existed again to work on my rippled karma
I visited the temples of Tibet to find peace
I discovered how to heal myself
And every person I tormented
I roamed around the great City of Brazil
But to no avail I never saw someone like you
I remembered why I am here then
I still chased you in further ground of Incas
But nothing happened
You still left me for another person
I continued to soar within this land
And was killed while counting miles across the sea of England
I explored the lessons of to be abandoned
As I always waited for this love
I was catapulted again in the battle fields of the Philippines
Where I was killed in an ambush with my three best friends
Yet my desire never materialized
I returned here being wary you was out of life again
I decided to get back to the golden planet
But escaped before the capsule like craft flown
While have had a thought in mind
That I am expected you to came
And now finally we bumped each other again
This will be the last life I shall chose to see you
Since I planned long before this moment
I will be home where I am from
And be one with my sparks.

Copyright © marvin celestial

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My Soul, is Freedom's Journey

Blowing through a vast crevasse –
from whirling tempest; 
to calming balm on wounded skin;
to constant howl;
to sunlit kiss, onto warm lips –

I am a promise, 
to the girl who waits,     
within the cave, where no light shines;
where sucking blackness and decay
consumes and claws across
the barren expanse that is –

My inner child’s mind.

Little Kristin, girl of 7 
(when time stopped)
suspended upon a bony pillar, sits,
engulfed by craggy mountain walls –

The cave of sorrows.

A black pit surrounds the tower, 
held hostage by those who would keep her silent;
(protecting the illusion at all costs)
she waits,
and as silent as the fear that creeps up 
the lone pillar,
(coming for the light in her eyes)
killing slowly, methodically,
attacking light –
the light that creeps through cracks;
breaks through holes;
breathes life into darkness –

(minions of death vying to stay her shine).

Her holly-hobby night gown 
(full of broken dreams)
tattered and torn, 
crowns her dirty little feet.
A grayed white gag, beneath soiled cheeks –
(like apples, they used to say)
blackened by yesterday,
save for the dappled light that shines,
from green eyes –
just a glimpse…
       then gone.

A tiny flame flickers, within small hands –
(holding what was stolen)
keeping the beasts at bay...
(lighting a Mother’s way)

They say I was everything to the one in the photographs –
The light giver.

Light taken, 
       and given.
Her battery drained, 
(strength offered to the shining moon)
       then gone.

Permanently erased.
Eradicated, liberated (grace or fear?)

Strength was my gift born
from her weakness -
my birthright, and soul’s mantra.

My soul was God’s gift -
my strength,
was her gift –
I am battery doubled.
No more am I dirty black holes 
hiding in shadow,

For I am wind…

I am nowhere, 
        And everywhere.
I am past, present and future.
My soul is freedom blowing through the cracks 
left by the black maker (innocence taker);        
into my darkest depths;
holding the little girl (lost, no more) –

kissing her face;
drying her tears;
      leaving the cave -
carrying my child home.

Together we light 
the ancient halls,
Where I am the light maker now.

Winding my way from heaven to
kissing the nose’s of my five reasons 
found –

My soul is wind 
       from the heaven’s,

and these are the gifts 
that my soul 


Copyright © Kristin Reynolds

Details | Rhyme | |


Struggling to be part
Of your affectionate heart
But nothing to expect.

Searching my share of
Fragments with your mind stuff
Still longing for whiff.

Oh this life always
Mingling with equal heartaches
Destined to be parted ways.

Whether this thing exists
I still be longing with tears
My existence persists with tests.

Rushing biddable thoughts
All the years with struggles
Misdeeds cause bitterness.

Copyright © marvin celestial

Details | Haiku | |


Rippling sound melting
One's inner being outward
Unite its fragments

Copyright © marvin celestial

Details | Sijo | |

Tree In The Wind

I will draw unto the depths of my soul to love my life.
Although there are sorrows and some travesties along the journey
I bend like a tree in the wind,strong,proud and beautiful.

Copyright © Deb Wilson

Details | Rhyme | |

Love in Episodes

Such explosions of love ecstatic
from fumbling youths and naive romantics.
In wedded bliss when passions flowed
two people alone in honeymoon glow
Flammable pleasure, ignitable moments to treasure,
we did love, we did fight, You and I.

Like awaited episodes of a reality show,
responsibilities began to gnaw as they grow.
The candle of love flickered with breath abated
claiming its due from fires deflated.
Though loving was tender still quick to temper
we did love, we did fight, You and I.

The children gone and the house deserted
alone again with our quality time protected.
A simple touch, a gentle nudge then smiling,
at such an age one mistake saw patience flying.
Eyes bleary, hard or hearing but recalling clearly,
we did love, we did fight, You and I.

The rocking chair now sways to silent music
only in the eyes can one realise, such beauty.
Smoldering fires of love and reined in emotions,
memorising every tryst with pledges of devotions.
Blessed with so much given and oceans of raw passion
in abundance we lived as God promised, His love unrationed.
still we hated, we had to fight, but we did love You and I.

Copyright © Tiaua M Ioane

Details | Couplet | |

The Reflection

I stare in the mirror, my tears fall in vain
Can’t see my reflection through the veil of this pain.

Who is this person I struggle to see?
I don’t want to judge her but it’s surely not me.

This stranger I cast looks so tired and weak,
I wish I could help her but I’m frightened to speak.

Cause it’s dark and lonely in this shell where I’m bound
Where once there was laughter, is now void of sound.

and the beauty I knew in just yesterday’s time,
seems gone in an an instant with life’s rythym and rhyme…..

Then GOD he spoke child…What do you mean?
You’re more beautiful than anything that I’ve ever seen!

The reflection you cast it don’t matter to me,
What matters is that you can see what I see.

That your spirit is filled with a breath that is true.
And a beauty so deep that this world can’t undo.

I know that your journey seems to heavy to bear.
But I’ve given you family that love and who care.

So hold on tight through the dips and the turns,
For the ones who believe are the precious who learns.

And wether your journey is to stay here or go,
Please know I love you so much more than you know.

I wish I could tell you the beauty that awaits…
But you will know only, when you see heavens gates.

Copyright © Bernard Colasurdo

Details | Terzanelle | |

The Fool

I look at my card, it's that of a fool.
Should I put this card back into the deck?
Can I harness his power as my tool?

I try to keep my emotions in check.
Will immaturity rule all my days?
Should I put this card back into the deck?

Perhaps impulsive, the fool has his ways.
Does my own journey lead to a bright place?
Will immaturity rule all my days?

Sometimes it's hard, to look at my own face.
I see untapped potential in my eyes.
Does my own journey lead to a bright place?

I look with excitement and realize.
Sometimes a fool doesn't have to pretend.
I see untapped potential in my eyes.

Will I stop before I come to an end?
I look at my card, it's that of a fool.
Sometimes a fool doesn't have to pretend.
I can harness his power as my tool!

Tarot Poem Contest.

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux

Details | Rhyme | |

Road for a Curious Mind's Journey

The Bimini Road is the one that I travel
Seeking the answers to history and lore
This undersea road has been tied to Atlantis
Who went here before, millennia ago or more?

Questions raised: was it journeyed on foot or horseback
Did Atlantis merchants use Bimini’s Road for trade
I remain on a quest for lost civilizations
How was this road constructed? How were huge stones laid?

It was September Second, 1968
When in shallow waters off the Bimini Coast
This curious wedged rock limestone road was first found
Beckoning curiosity seekers like me the most

With snorkels and fins I’ve swum over this structure
Bubbles rose as I surveyed rocks fitted in place
Speculation abounds and my intrigue’s profound
Such a thrill; curiosity can’t be erased

Surely it is simpler to navigate highways
Or explore the paths of New Hampshire’s White Mountains
But if ever a road were less travelled today
It’s the one filled by imagination’s fountains

A road that leads us back to envision the past
Is the one that I prefer to travel upon
If ever I learn what became of Atlantis
My life quest may be answered by Bimini’s spawn

by Carolyn Devonshire
For Constance's Road Less Travelled contest

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire

Details | Rhyme | |

Pebble's Journey

A pebble is loosened from the peak
and starts to tumble down
it dings and bounces merrily
oblivious to all around
it slowly gathers speed until
it picks up stones along it's way
growing in proportion
they journey, laugh and play
and as it rumbles down the hill
the pebble feels alive
moving, always moving
with purpose it seems to strive
and so it is with love you know
it starts so small and slow
but given time it gathers speed
and continues then to grow
and like the pebble gathering stones
it can grow out of control
crushing those within it's path
when and where we never know.

Copyright © Trudy Diane Rider

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Aching Nights And Hopelessly Sad Morn

Aching Nights And Hopelessly Sad Morn

Aching nights and hopelessly sad morn
my life torn, ripped and nailed;
each day dark hours sliced and dice,
misery applauding as I failed
not once nor even twice but thrice!

Each day, worries eat into this fate
watered soup- soul needs more;
so lost, lost as three blind mice,
this aching heart dares score
as if my deep pain does not suffice!

Dare I question my dark lot in life
In ashes pray a blessing sweet;
nay, such a supplication reflects,
forlorn spirit admits defeat
epic moaning that never connects!

Tomorrow hints at miracles to come
fine ship, vast oceans to sail;
winds blowing, waters calm and blue,
relief given from a dark hell
a destined pilgrimage seeking you!

Robert J. Lindley , 10-03-2015

Note--" Thrice"  | Define Thrice at
three times, as in succession; on three 
occasions or in three ways. 2. in threefold 
quantity or degree. 3. very; extremely. 
Origin of thrice. Expand. Middle English

Copyright © Robert Lindley

Details | Free verse | |

Pass'if'ick, At:Land:Ick


Pass.if.ick while listening to the Pacific w)aether(, (woe)ter from eyes pool into the soul wanting to gush, saever-- to create a great divide between memory and heart, forcing to un-feel in a dumb attempt to plunder everything into nothingness [Pass all the what-Ifs, realize the past.Icks] ``````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` At.Land.Ick While listening to the Atlantic, the wind mixes with the waves moon realizing the gravity strumming, then pinning down the heartekestrings allowing only the silence of apprehension and suspense to vibrate moved, yet at the same time unmoving refusing to turn, to arrive and reach land left only with the sensation of f.low.ting feelings.ick [At land, tick tick--- tick- - -] 1189102015 thank you, thank you..... sleeping at last

Copyright © binibining P.iNk